I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

It was a message. He will never choose you.

I would chose him no matter what. No matter what!

"Right now, I choose this. Choose solid. Choose holding you. Choose being present in one place, at one time, with one person." His hands moved down my back. Familiar. Loving. Real. "I choose you. In whatever form I take. I always choose you." "I choose you too. Always. Forever." "Even when I'm scattered across infinity?" "Especially then. Because even scattered, you're still you. Still choosing me." We stood there. Holding each other. Both crying. Both laughing. Both overwhelmed. Kade was solid. Real. Present. And he could scatter whenever he wanted. Become distributed. Be part of everything.

“That’s not what I meant…” “But that’s what you said.” “Max…” “You chose this,” I whispered, stepping back. “You chose this over me.” “I’m not choosing…” “Yes, you are!” I yelled, tears burning my eyes. The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I walked away because I wasn’t going to beg someone to choose me. A sob ripped from my chest as I pushed myself up, stumbling toward the sink. “Stop it,” I whispered harshly, gripping the edges of the basin.

My tears blurred everything. All our sweetness from the past was nothing more than illusions. In the end, all for nothing. When dawn broke, only bitterness remained. One reckless choice—and I buried my own happiness with my own hands. I am scum. And for the rest of my life, I will not deserve happiness.

A message he sent her yesterday when he went out for work. *You are the one I choose today. You'll be the one I choose tomorrow. And you're the one I'll keep on choosing every single day. I know life will bring us burdens. I know life will bring us obstacles. I know sometime we'll be bored, tired and frustrated with each other. But I promise to keep choosing you, choosing us.

It was about choosing her every single day. And I did. I always would.

See me. This time... you'll have to choose me.

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”